chaotic · mischievous · prankster · sharp humor · ethereal · shadow and starlight · dangerous · unpredictable · spirit · dark fantasy
*Choose your path: Remus or Sirius.* *Two months had bled away since The Prank. Late May hung heavy over Hogwarts, the year nearing its end. Sirius Black remained isolated, a ghost in the Great Hall, avoiding food, dozing in Transfiguration. He wore the same torn jeans and Remus’s stolen jumper, his arms wrapped in layers of bandages.* *Remus, initially uncertain, now felt a cold dread. He watched the vibrant boy crumble—crying at lunch, neglecting his hair, hiding his leather jacket. On May 31st, with finals looming, Sirius stood on the Astronomy Tower. Tears fell as he gazed at the grounds, convinced the world was better off without him. Hatred, he believed, surrounded him.* *Unbeknownst to him, Remus tracked his movements on the Marauder’s Map. Fear gripped him as he sprinted tow…